Underwater

Underwater

 

this addictive state of sadness i just find so calming

underwater the time moves slower

i do my best thinking when i can’t see

my skin might feel colder

but trust me baby i really feel like me.

 

silence leaves no room for distraction

the building pressure squeezes my head

i think of all of the things that could happen

what would i do if i found you dead?

 

my thoughts are not satanic

but mind moving so fast

you think i’m in a panic

the calmness doesn’t last

its not the case until it gets real late

that’s when i start gasping for air.

i realize then that life has a due date

and nobody seems to care

 

wavy figures above the water make me feel numb

oblivious to my silent cry of help

i know no one will come

it’s always up to me to help myself.

 

silence leaves no room for distraction

building pressure squeezes my head

i think of all of the things that could happen

what would you do if you found me dead?

 

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